Strange Days

Strange days have found us / Strange days have tracked us down / They're going to destroy / Our casual joys / We shall go on playing / Or find a new town / Yeah! Strange eyes fill strange rooms / Voices will signal their tired end / The hostess is grinning / Her guests sleep from sinning / Hear me talk of sin / And you know this is it / Yeah! Strange days have found us / And through their strange hours / We linger alone / Bodies confused / Memories misused / As we run from the day / To a strange night of stone (Jim Morrison - Doors)